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letra de rollin' over you (radio) - street connect

[intro]
uh uh, yeah
what?

[verse 1]
you got a problem, well i got some problem solvers
my .357 and .38 revolvers, they hit the hardest
lyrical bangers that’s stainless
like billy the kid i’ll make you famous
to remainders and claim this rappin’ force, take no shorts
motivatin’, never waitin’, stay debatin’
’cause there’s no escapin’, it’s all about elevatin’
little n-gga from the south side part of queens
where sons loot fast, get blast over material things
change, diamond rings, lex gs for gangster lean
drive-by’s from wise guys, family cries from true lies
from east to west, whoever come test our body
catchin’ felonies, livin’ longevity like joe gotti
16 years old, like a vampire, my blood is cold
when i’m rhymin’, shinin’ like a diamond
other rappers seen a foe
well you lucked out, rappin’ that same rhyme, you’re struck out
get the f-ck out, lyrical gats about to shoot out
’cause playa haters is hatin’, real crews is what you’re facin’
cream rules everythin’, n-ggas is paper chasin’
crime related, sat back with two gats
then debated, made a couple of moves
no time to lose, money, we gotta make it
’cause it gotta be, smokin’ constantly
we the [?], to be or not to be
street connect will be the death of me
[verse 2]
a-yo my destiny’s stayin’ live, forget my enemy
the hennessy had me thinkin’ that the sh-t is risky
i’m from poughkeepsie
while i’m dealin’, funny feelings hit me
outta towners from [?], i know they wanna get me
criminal and the visual thing ’cause it’s predictable
n-ggas is miserable, [?] is pitiful
for phony, fake, sick snake n-ggas that need devil [?]
in my eyes no n-ggas better than you if you want it
you tryna get it, never forget it
melons get splitted off that ”he say she say” gospel
stick up kids are plottin’ shots to rock you
we must communicate, operate with our options
we just be clockin’, push the weight to get the cheddar
tommy hill knitted sweater, livin’ better with the beretta
whatever’s clever, sippin’ on amaretto
keepin’ it real on the block, always and forever
qualification, you’re not my fam, it’s no relation
throwin’ gats in respiration, stoppin’ all circulation
the medication is the weed, rémy and moët
n-ggas don’t know me, i went from brace to a blowie

[chorus]
if you wanna get down and you don’t roll, we rollin’ over you
drug riches, destiny and sheisty b-tches
if you wanna get down and you don’t roll, we rollin’ over you
my soldiers runnin’ with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable
[verse 3]
stop glamourizin’, the temperature’s risin’
they guns is bustin’, police handcuffin’
guards walkin’ the street’s puffin’ but that’s nothin’
they got us movin’ cautious and quickly
so try to get me, i’m more leery when i’m tipsy
and ambitious, lacin’ things, somethin’ ridiculous
i end the new year like saint nicholas and have you sick of this
the wickedest with visions, head-on collisions
decisions that almost got me bullet incisions
and tale from the crip with burgundy lips and roach clips
all up in the club with nowhere for drinks and dollar tips
see, my c-ck, you gotta f-ck me for free
no diggity, i gots to be in your dreams like a monster
laid the f-ck up in the cut, smokin’ ganja [?]
in new york with a [?] like lou
or ya smoke ass on my new, get the boot like camp clik
i amp sh-t and write about the story in the pamphlet
handle it, my mind is eternally candlelit

[verse 4]
street connect clique rollin’, holdin’, posin’
takin’ fl!cks on some next sh-t, makin’ moves to correct it
hustlin’ earlier than breakfast to put the ice on my necklace
watch your step ’cause i’m reckless
life is precious, choose the presence or the essence
things revolve around my cipher like sun, stars and crescents
the lessons, my obsession for the street connect session
the texts know we care about us gettin’ paid
like the legal aid on stage, explicit lyrics we blaze
it’s a phase, all we got left is days

blaze the dutch cheese as my diamonds gleam
n-ggas came and touched me
but luckily i keep the vest under my rugby
street connect, 40 projects is where my thugs be
you violated qcf n-gga, you show no love for me
f-ck a name on wax, you got to deal with this
true lyricist, street connect, yeah we be the realest
you sat on weak but now my brain speak to make you feel this
hittin’ sounds got your head numb like pain k!llers

[chorus x2]
if you wanna get down and you don’t roll, we rollin’ over you
drug riches, destiny and sheisty b-tches
if you wanna get down and you don’t roll, we rollin’ over you
my soldiers runnin’ with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable

[outro]
yeah, yeah
put it up yeah, yeah, yeah
put it up yeah, yeah, yeah
put it up yeah, put the hands up yeah

- street connect

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